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i heard a voice .it said do not worry little one. for the lines on your palm multiply and when they shine on the bread of your fingertips, how could it be any more different. simple as it was, this voice was present. whether the pressure was diamond or coal .and no, no…when i thought, am i forgiven, these miscellaneous deeds, my doings, it had no answer .how did it see to it that i surpass the curtains? my neither more nor lack of its hearing was received indifferently .iwas just a little boy .jsut that little boy that I was enough to make a snowman and a sand castle .did it not matter how I ran free, breathless, never, never was i ever you, or how did these words come together to see to it that i never even was ? what a forgotten soul. how forgotten.

for if the voice had gotten me, i wouldn’t have heard it . and if my impression of it wasn’t so , so be it. but i would not let myself , the only resemblance of truth existent to my faithful stop it, for i had heard what i had heard, and if ihad not, you were a fool , you are a fool, a fool, ive forgotten you and all that you accused. these forever moments i know.

if there is one thing i know, is the forever moments. the forever moments of diaries sworn, diary swollen like the eye puffed by the strike of the ball, pile on nothing less than leaves fallen whispers through, further than ive ever known except when i lie on a stack of hay , needless to say, needles discovered and the sunshine bothers to fray through the panels of 4x8, only to illuminate dust floating. do i know or have i ever ?

pretending

and the voice i knew, ive known, i know

pretending ?

who will everknow